Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 953

"Opportunity?"

Odie let out a derisive laugh, "What kind of crap opportunity is this?"

They were treating him like a plaything, taking whatever they wanted from the Minton estate and dumping all the blame on his shoulders! He was determined to settle the score with whoever was behind this mess.

"Jonah, get ready. We're heading to Devonport."

"Devonport?" Jonah asked.

A fierce look flashed in Odie's eyes, "To find that snake hiding in the grass and settle accounts!"

Late at night, inside the Burke residence in Devonport, James pushed open the door to his home. He hadn't been back for several days, and the place was covered in dust.

As James turned on the light downstairs, a foul smell wafted down from upstairs. Covering his nose and mouth, he slowly made his way upstairs.

The moment he opened the door to the main bedroom, a swamp-like stench hit him, and a look of disgust flickered in his eyes.

The woman lying on the bed was already withered, her hair dry and yellow, her body as thin as a skeleton wrapped in skin, her eyes deeply sunken, her lips cracked like parched earth, and her body emitted a foul odor.

"Save... me..." Nichole's voice was hoarse and grating, each word draining all her strength.

"Still alive?" James sneered. It seemed Nichole's will to live had been strong these past few days. Before leaving, he'd only left her a bowl of oatmeal and half a glass of water. Somehow, she'd managed to survive on that.